Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. The Leads. His face darkened. ’ ‘Yes, but I need a word with Gerald,’ protested the captain, hanging back.
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